Accept Our Invitation

1 Why stand ye idle, stranger,
When there's so much to gain?
Behold, the fields around us
Are ripe with golden grain,
Behold the golden harvest
On hilltop, vale and plain.
Let not the call for reapers
Fall on thy ears in vain.

2 We have a manor, stranger,
We want thee there to come;
To help and reap earth's bounties,
And feed the hungry one,
We want thee at the harvest;
And when our work is done
We want thee in the household,
When we are gathered home.

3 Come join us in our household,
No more a stranger be:
And with us ever sharing,
As we will share with thee.
Our table for the hungry,
Where ev'rything is free:
Our fountain for the thirsty,
Great as the shoreless sea.

Source: Spiritualist Hymnal,Third Edition #64